Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.